That's when it hits me. Once we move out of this house, how long will it be until I have a home where my shoes are always in the same place?
|Me looking as close to anxious as we have a|
picture of while traveling in France.
And then, having lived like gypsies in Columbus, we'll be off to France, moving from housesit to housesit, staying with more friends in between or spending nights or weeks at AirBnb properties.
It sounds like a marvelous adventure, and I plan to enjoy it.
P.S. --For those of you worried about my fashion sense in France, I'm not actually planning on taking my crocs with me -- they're just representational of my realization that nothing will have a set place until we put down roots again.